on the interwebs wanking

and looking for ***

you might get some love

if you put down the tech

I have been people-watching

and the things I observed,

have left me much more

than a little disturbed

our future is doomed

as the youth of our nation

lack basic skills,

like communication

clean their cars out

for Facebook

'cos they think that the world

gives a **** how their face looks

and they want their neighbors,

friends to see

their perfect,

plastic "family"

I feel the urge,
I feel the ache,
I feel my stomach
start to quake

must find my throne
exalted seat
a place where I
can find release

I wonder what
it's all about
as lines and verse
just slides right out

and when it comes
the proper time,
I raise my seat,
observe my rhymes

I can't resist
the urge to look
at what came out
at what I cooked

and when I'm done,
I pull the ****
and send it down
to all you slobs

to make you gag,
to make you think
besides, I'm proud
of how it stinks

a quiet room,
a calming light
is all I really need
to write

a couple tokes
to ease the mind
it helps the words
flow out, I find

and my poems reek
of desperation
when I can't find
the inspiration
can't just turn it
on and off
or sometimes I'd just
make it stop

oh, and uhh,
yeah

a couple tokes,
to ease the mind
to force my work
is crap, I find

but most importantly

a calming room,
a calming light
is all I really need
to write